This book represents a rather distant departure from the crime novels we usually write about in this blog.
It’s a very good book, but it is not earth-shaking,
spirit-rattling, or whatever expression one might choose, at least not from the
perspective of one who has long thought about such matters. Part of the
difficulty that Alexander has in attempting to write this book is language, but
then he acknowledges that our language is too limited to allow a more complete or
accurate description of phenomena that are essentially experienced in a
nonverbal way. I think about Alexander and other authors efforts to describe
spirituality much like the proverb about blind men who try to describe an
elephant. One feels the trunk and likens the beast to a snake, another feels a
leg and likens it to a tree, another the ear and thinks it is leaf-like, etc.
Like the blind men, Alexander clearly gets a part of the spiritual experience
which, as he says, is quite real and valid. However, does he get to the
comprehensive wholeness of spirituality? Of course not. He gives the wonderful
example of the futility of trying to describe unconditional love to others being
like trying to write a novel with only half the alphabet. I agree with him, but
he’s made an important attempt to write about unconditional love and
spirituality.
Alexander, for the first time in his life, gets the
“oneness” of our existence. I thought he made a curious although unconvincing
argument for understanding the presence of evil in the world. He wrote, “Evil
was necessary because without it free will was impossible, and without free
will there could be no growth – no forward movement, no chance for us to become
what God longed for us to be.” Much like the Dalai Lama, he talks about living
with compassion and writes, “Love is, without a doubt, the basis of everything.”
I thought it was a “straw man argument” when he wrote about
scientists who are “pledged to the materialist worldview," scientists who insist
that science and spirituality cannot coexist. I know some scientists who have
easily made this bridge to spirituality, but that is far different than
equating spirituality with a Western-like concept of God. The author described
that prior to his coma, that he had spent four decades of his life in
prestigious research institutions in which he was trying to understand the connections
between the human brain and consciousness, and he was previously of the opinion
that consciousness did not exist independently. It’s my thought that it was not
that the value of his research and studies before the coma were invalid, just
that his interpretation of the facts that he had come to learn about the brain
were incomplete. He equate consciousness with spirit, and that is something I
would never do since I think spirit and spirituality are so much more than just
consciousness. As a psychoanalyst, it’s my opinion that there is an important
role for unconscious thought processes in all of this – but this may be
unnecessary hairsplitting with Dr. Alexander. Perhaps this is just another
example of the inadequacy of our language to describe our connectedness to all
things.
Near the end of his book is a beautiful poem about life and
death, written in 1993 by David Romano called “When Tomorrow Starts Without
Me.” Finding that poem alone was worth the time I spent reading Alexander’s
book. Without question, Alexander’s book is a good read, a pretty fast read,
and it’s a true story that shows that a nonspiritual and rigid-thinking
scientist can evolve to a more inclusive understanding of his life.
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